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Vik loved when the dim lights of his clinic caught the bled edges of V's tattoos, the jagged lines of old scars and embedded circuitry. The way his eyes lit up in a dozen colours and the subtle shift of muscle as Vik pressed him back against his desk, kissed him like a man starved.
He hadn't even bothered with his own clothing, content to still don his work attire so long as he had V's bare skin beneath his hands. He was a sight to behold, V, naked and panting, cock leaking and hard between his quivering thighs.
Vik pressed kisses against the curve of V's neck and jaw, traced the lines of the tattoo and chrome there and down across his collarbone. V shuddered at the attention and Vik smirked.
"You are so easy," he teased, voice low and husky.
"Not my fault," V protested, his hand sliding through Vik's thinning hair. "Been wanting you all damn day."
Vik hummed, and pressed another kiss against the hollow of V's throat. "That why you're so needy?"
V huffed a laugh, breathy and wanting. "You know what I like. Gonna give it to me or keep flapping your jaw?"
"Patience," Vik murmured, kissing a trail lower, his hands caressing the curve of V's hip. He wanted to savor him, take him apart piece by piece. He pressed a kiss just above his belly button, then lower, following the sparse trail of hair that started just beneath.
V's fingers tightened against his scalp, hips casting forward in anticipation.
Vik paused just above V's cock, then bypassed it completely, leaving V to curse in frustration as he kissed and nipped at the inside of his thigh.
"Fuck, c'mon . Dyin' here, Vik ."
"You'll live." Instead, he turned his attention to V's balls and licked a broad stripe against them. The moan that followed raised the hairs on his arms and he smiled, pleased, and continued his ministrations. He felt V's thighs tense, then spread as Vik sucked at them before taking one into his mouth, gently working his tongue around it.
"Oh shit." V's free hand flew down , trying to touch himself only to have Vik intercept it and push it aside.
Vik released him with a wet pop and gave him a stern look. "Ah, ah. Patience, remember?"
V made a choked sound. "Goddamn sadist."
Vik responded by pressing a kiss against the base of V's cock and trailing his tongue upward to the head. V let out a sharp moan when Vik finally took him in, working him slowly at first, letting V feel every drag of his lips.
He was always so reactive and it never failed to send a thrill through him. Every sound, every shiver was like gasoline poured over embers and his own arousal burned hotter in his veins. He took him deeper, swallowing around his length and V swore loudly, hips twitching.
"Fuck, your mouth," V panted, "god, that feels good."
Vik moaned in response and was rewarded with a full-body shudder, his taut muscles shifting beneath his skin.
His own neglected arousal pulsed with each sound that spilled from V's lips, constrained by the tight fabric of his jeans. He fought the urge to grind his hips into the edge of his desk or V's leg for some sort of relief. Instead, he pulled away, lips parted and slick with saliva and precum, watching the way V's expression twisted. His cheeks were flushed, his lips red from biting them. He was a vision, eyes blown wide and dark, a sheen of sweat over his brow.
Vik stood and kissed him, slow and deep, pulling him from the desk to shove him against the wall.
" Turn around," he breathed against V's ear, pressing a kiss behind it. "Hands on the wall."
"Wha—" V began but was silenced when Vik turned him around anyway, bending him slightly at the waist, one hand firm against his shoulder.
"Hands," he repeated and V obeyed, flattening his palms against the concrete.
"Good boy." He ran a hand along the line of V's spine as he pressed up against him, grinding his clothed cock against the swell of his ass." Now push back."
Obedient as a well-trained dog, V did that, his bare skin flush against Vik's crotch and oh he saw stars.
"Fuck, that's it," he hissed, the pressure sending pleasure sparking along his nerves, even through the denim.
" You gonna fuck me?" V asked, looking over his shoulder at him.
"I'm runnin' a business here, V. If someone waltzes in and finds you naked I can spin something about an exam. Me? That's my reputation out the door." It was mostly bullshit, words spoken with only half his brain, the rest devoted to the delicious friction.
"C'mon, Vik, no one's gonna see," V said.
"I'm good just like this," he answered more truthfully. "Now stop talking and start moving." As a little encouragement, his hand slipped around, forming a fist for him to rock into.
"Oh, shit." V's head tipped forward, his breathing heavy and erratic as he worked himself against Vik's grip.
"Yeah, like that," Vik purred. "Faster."
V's hips jerked and his pace quickened, the movement pushing back against him and it was a perfect storm of pressure and heat that left him aching. He leaned forward to kiss the nape of V's neck, to press his teeth against the curve of his shoulder.
He could get off like this, easy, but he didn't want that. He wanted V to fall apart first, wanted to feel him shake and tremble and lose his mind. It was never a feat to get him there, and Vik had honed the skill to a fine point.
"Close," V whispered, his movements losing rhythm and gaining speed.
"I know," Vik chuckled, low and warm. "C'mon. Be a good boy and give it to me."
V's hands curled against the wall, his nails scraping across the surface as he rose to his peak and swiftly, violently toppled over it, falling into a fit of spasms and garbled swears. He spilled warm and wet over Vik's hand, grinding until the aftershocks had ebbed and he was spent and sated, a boneless mess in his arms.
If Vik wasn't painfully hard before, he certainly was now. He helped V straighten up, his hands running soothingly along his arms and back as V regained his balance.
"How was that ?" asked, pressing a kiss to his temple.
V's answering grin was lazy, satisfied, his eyes hazy and unfocused.
"I'm not done with you yet," he added. "C'mere."
He took him by the wrist and led him toward the back of his clinic and into his personal quarters. They weren't much, just an old couch and a few sparse furnishings, but it was all they needed.
He took a seat then patted his lap for V to straddle him. He did, leaning in to press his lips against Vik's. It was slow, indulgent, tender in his state of sleepy, post-orgasmic bliss. "You gonna fuck me now?"
"Nuh-uh. Not today. Just keep doing what you're doing, move those hips. You'll get me there." He didn't have young and sensitive on his side like V did but damned if he couldn't get him close.
Groggily, V complied, rolling his hips in a lazy rhythm, his face falling into the curve of Vik's neck.
"Ah ah, lean back. Lemme see that pretty face."
With a soft, embarrassed laugh, V leaned back, his hands braced on Vik's shoulders. His eyes were half-lidded and fluttering, cheeks still flushed.
"Perfect," he praised, his hands coming to rest on his hips, guiding his movements as he thrust up against the cleft of his ass, a content—if frustrated— sound slipping past his lips.
"Feel good?"
"Very," Vik rasped, winding a hand through his hair ."Alright, miss me again."
V did, pressing his lips against Vik's, opening for him as he licked into his mouth.
Even through the layers of his clothes, he was burning up, sweat prickling along his skin and pleasure coiling in his gut as he crawled agonizingly slowly towards his release.
"V," he breathed, the sound lost between their mouths. He pulled back just enough to get another look at him, to watch the way his brows knit together in concentration, his teeth catching his lower lip. "Open up for me ."
"Huh?" V asked, eyes cracking open, mouth unwittingly agape just enough to suit his purposes.
He slipped a hand around the side of V's neck, thumb pressing into his mouth. "Suck."
V let out a muffled sound of surprise, but complied, hollowing his cheeks and tonguing at the digit eagerly. Vik watched, transfixed, his cock throbbing in his pants. His mind supplied a dozen different fantasies, all of them involving those pretty lips around him. He pushed his thumb in deeper then replaced it with two fingers, feeling the back of V's throat constrict in response.
He didn't fight him when Vik held him there, instead, he kept his lips tight and allowed him to push his fingers in and out in time with the rocking of their hips. The sight of his head bobbing was obscene, made worse by the wet, sloppy noises he was making.
"Yeah, just like that," he whispered and V whined around him, the vibration sending little sparks up his spine. " Not long now, darlin'. Just a ... just a bit more."
He could feel the tell-tale tingling at the base of his spine, his balls tightening and aching, a low groan rumbling in his chest. He was right there, right on the edge, teetering dangerously.
"You gonna come?" The smile that crossed his spit-slick lips was so proud, so pleased.
"Be a good boy and make me," he hissed and V responded with enthusiasm, grinding down harder against him, face all screwed up in determination. That was all it took to send him hurtling over the edge. "That's... that's it... that—O h, God, V."
He came with a breathy cry, jerking against him, his cock spasming in his pants, painting the inside with the evidence of his pleasure. V was still moving against him, pushing him through the last waves, and it was a slow, toe-curling descent back to Earth.
"Okay, okay," he panted, voice breaking, hands coming up to grip at V's waist as he was pushed to overstimulation. "Easy, V . Easy."
" You good?" V asked, voice raw, and Vik realized he still had fingers in his mouth.
"More than," Vik replied, and removed his hand, wiping the spittle from V's chin. "Hop off. Gonna get cleaned up before my lunch hour ends."
"Mmm," was V's only response as he lifted himself up, taking a seat on the couch, a dreamy, faraway look in his eyes.
"That means you too. C'mon . Don't leave a mess in my clinic, it's unprofessional."
V peeled himself off the couch, looking thoroughly exhausted as he followed him into the bathroom. Vik was already undoing his pants before the door was closed. He hardly had time for a shower, but he knew exactly what would suffice. V, it would appear, did too. His eyes were already fixed on Vik's half-hard cock, licking his lips like a starving man.
Vik leaned back against the wall as V moved in closer and dropped down to his knees. "You be careful with that," he warned, running a gentle hand through his hair as V's tongue laved across his thigh, lapping up the sticky remnants. He let his eyes slip closed, the warmth of his mouth soothing and gentle. He could hear skin again skin, V no doubt taking himself in hand to the mere taste of him.
"Go ahead," Vik said after a moment, offering his soft, slick length to him.
Those warm lips enveloped him without hesitation, sucking and tonguing until he was clean and V was working himself up to another orgasm. He didn't try to stop him, even as he felt V's lips tighten and his head begin to bob in time with the rapid strokes of his own cock.
He had only been intending to let V clean him up, not to finish the job, but he was a weak man when it came to him, and he couldn't bring himself to pull away. Instead, he encouraged him, his hand curling tighter into his hair, letting the little sounds of pleasure slip past his lips. He was easy to swallow, soft as he was, and he let the sensations take over, the warm heat in his belly flaring at the feel of V's throat contracting around him.
"Fuck," he whispered, a little breathless. His pleasure was outpacing his arousal, leaving him just shy of getting fully riled up again when he found himself at the cusp of a second peak.
V just looked so sweet, thighs parting and clenching as he brought himself to the brink of completion. Vik just couldn't help it, the slow, weak spill of his climax leaving him in a trembling, oversensitive heap as they met their ends together.
Grunting and gasping, Vik pulled V back by the hair, watching as his mouth opened, catching the last few drops on his awaiting tongue. "Jesus, V," he breathed, stroking his fingers through his disheveled hair.
V kissed away what remained then licked his lips and sat back on his haunches, looking utterly satisfied with himself. " That was a fun little break," he said.
"You mean my whole lunch hour," Vik retorted, a bit breathless. Despite his words, he felt plenty satisfied, a bone-deep exhaustion setting in, limbs loose and heavy.
"Time is an illusion," V said.
"Uh-huh. You oughtta stop letting that 'Prophet' fill that head of yours with nonsense. Now c'mere."
V stood on shaky legs and Vik pulled him close, kissing him, tasting himself on his tongue. He reached behind him and turned on the tap, feeling the temperature rise beneath his fingers.
"Now, let's get you cleaned up. Can't have Night City's top merc strolling the streets covered in your own spunk."
"Hey, it ain't all mine."
"My point still stands," he said, snatching the hand towel from where it hung beside the sink and running it beneath the warm water. He took his time wiping V down, not shying away from pressing kisses along the path he took, earning him a sleepy, pleased sigh.
"All good," Vik said finally, dropping the towel to the side of the sink. " Where'd you toss your clothes?"
He only shrugged. "Somewhere, probably ."
Zipping up his pants and returning to his desk, Vik found them scattered haphazardly across the clinic floor. He gathered them all up and was about to toss them to him when V rounded the corner with a towel around his waist. As if by some cruel force of nature, the front door slid open and a client breached the security gate, stopping dead at the sight of the two of them.
"B-be with you soon !" Vik blurted, tossing V the clothes. "Uh, cyberpsychosis case, best to keep your distance and all that. Go on and wait outside."
The man didn't budge and neither did V, that shit-eating grin spreading across his face.
"Oh, the voices," he groaned pitifully, raising his hands up to clutch at the sides of his head, and Vik rolled his eyes.
"Yeah yeah, Maxtac'll be here any minute, best get scarce." He placed both hands on V's back and shoved him toward the back door. Out of sight if the patient, he pressed a chaste kiss to his lips and smiled, whispering, "Get outta here and get some sleep, you crazy bastard. Call me later."
"You know I will." And with that, he was out the door and gone, still shifting his shirt down over his torso. Vik took a moment to gather himself before stepping back out into the clinic and facing his next client who had declined to wait outside.
"Cyberpsychos, am I right?" He asked with the flair of a half-bit comedian, earning him only a confused, unimpressed glance. "Get in here before I change my mind." Vik sighed and went about his work, though his mind never quite left his little lunchtime diversion.